“The time of the photograph is [always] after. This imprecision accommodates the numerous successions, the end upon seismic end, in a time without time, un[re]countable: still. In this, it is a perfect crime, “l’anéantissement anéanti, la fin… privée d’elle-même.””
– Nathanaël, Sisyphus, Outdone.: Theatres of the Catastrophal (p. 45)
“There ought to be books for sleeping : in the most vicious style, with barely chewable words, long as fingers, words that twirl into incomprehensible silver curlicues at the end ; consonantal knickknackeries (or at most an occasional dark vowel in ) : books to fight thoughts.”
-Arno Schmidt (via plzpityshatov)
if anyone knows the book/text this comes from, let me know
“And this doubt grows around you. This doubt is alone, it is the doubt of solitude. It is born of it, of solitude. At least the word can be named. I think a lot of people couldn’t bear what I’m saying here; they would run away. Perhaps that’s why everyone isn’t a writer. Yes. That’s it. That’s the difference. That’s the truth. Nothing else. Doubt is writing. Thus, it is also the writer. And with the writer, everyone writes. We’ve always known that.”
Marguerite Duras (via batarde)
Marguerite would have been 100 today.
I WAS ALWAYS TURNED ON BY THE ANONYMITY OF PRIVACY. LIKE MANY, I EXPLORED MY ADOLESCENT SEXUAL CURIOSITY IN AIM CHAT ROOMS, CAT-FISHING FOR THE REPRESSED BABY-BOOMERS WHO NEVER ENJOYED SUCH A LUXURY IN THEIR OWN YOUTH. MY FIRST BLOWJOB AND THE FIRST TIME I WAS FUCKED WERE…
Holy shit this is powerful.
“Great fashion writing doesn’t reduce everything to what is for sale, what’s hot and not. Great fashion writing looks at clothing and the uses of clothing with the same amount of cultural reverence we give a Lars von Trier movie or the U.S. Open, as something that exists, and it asks why it exists, and how it fits into its larger culture.”
– Haley Mlotek, On Lena, On Rihanna, On Kimye: The Very Necessary Death Of “Vogue” (March 24th, 2014)
"[WOC Selfies are] not designated for white consumption; it’s not even about my consumption - it’s about the picture being theirs and whatever they would like to do with it. It signifies humanity and personhood; away from whiteness and independent of whiteness. The possibility of being possible on one’s own terms."
I wrote a post about brown and black girl selfies, why self-representation is important, and why they’ve helped me down the road with regards to self-esteem in the face of white beauty standards.
A love letter to all my woc friends I’ve met on the internet.
“There is no language in itself, nor are there any linguistic universals, only a throng of dialects, patois, viperslangs, and specialized languages. There is no ideal speaker-listener, any more than there is a homogeneous linguistic community. Language is, in Weinreich’s words, “an essentially heterogeneous reality.” There is no mother tongue, only a power takeover by a dominant language within political multiplicity. Language stabilizes around a parish, a bishopric, a capital. It forms a bulb. It evolves by subterranean stems and flows, along river valleys or train tracks; it spreads like a patch of oil.”
Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia
When we fetishize “long-form,” we are fetishizing the form and losing sight of its function. That’s how a story with a troubled woman who commits suicide at its center gets told as a writer’s quixotic quest to learn everything he can about the maker of a golf club that he stumbled across during a late-night Internet search for tips for his short game.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately. I don’t write as much as I used to, but I read more than ever before. There are a few points in here I take to heart: I don’t reblog/retweet links to pieces I haven’t taken the time to read in full.
“People forget that a book or codex is a technology,” reminded ambient lit artist Tan Lin in a 2012 interview in the new media art publication Rhizome (so named after Deleuze and Guattari’s “image of thought” concept). Literary types privilege the book as the ultimate form for reading. To privilege the book as reading, though—to forget that it is a technology—is analogous to forgetting one has a body (something lit types are also wont to do), and to forget one has a body is to let it soften and lay to waste. When you recognize the book as technology, you realize that print and screen, like body and mind, are not mutually exclusive mediums, but that they are increasingly mutually influencing.
…I wrote about the Internet & book design for Hazlitt: http://www.randomhouse.ca/hazlitt/feature/internet-killed-books-save-reading
I’ve been thinking about this a lot since I first read it last week, and left a long-winded comment to that effect. I particularly think Iris and Anaïs would be intrigued…
THE BAUHAUS JUSTIFICATION
dear mom, the reason i write all of my emails in lowercase letters isn’t because i’m rebelling against the fact that you were a high school english teacher and i never even learned how to properly use commas; it’s not because, as i often feared was the case, i suffer from low self-esteem and don’t fully believe in the merits of anything i’m writing, or, more manipulatively, because i wish to appear non-threatening and meek so as to improve my communication chances with people who need always to feel they have the UPPERCASE upper hand, even in the benign course of a casual email greeting. it is not because i am lazy. it is not because i am trying, like certain poets and people from high school, to seem unique by appearing not to give a proper grammatical fuck. it is not because i spilled coffee on my SHIFT key. it is not because we no longer care about the same things. it is apparently because i am just so busy, so very, very busy.
I don’t write in all lowercaps anymore but did for years and this made me laugh out loud for all the (pretentious/self-recognition/right) reasons.
(Although to be honest much of it had to do with my affection for all things bell hooks after first reading her at 17 and partially with the aesthetics of it all)